Last Saturday, the world lost a truly good, loving, spunky, creative, kind woman. Doris Duckworth, you will be dearly missed and none of our lives will be the same without you.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was afraid of the dark. Then she grew up, went away to college, got married, and...well, silly as it seems, never really got over her fear of the dark. One day, the girl's husband decided to take a job in Alaska and for the first time she lived on her own! It was fun and games and pizza for a while, until she heard The Noise. The girl had just set her alarm for the morning and was about to fall asleep when she heard The Noise. It was a sound of metal clanking against metal, and it was most definitely coming from inside the apartment. She immediately called her husband but, as he was occupied at the time, had to communicate via text message. Her husband decided it had probably just been in her head and was therefore not worried. But the girl was! So instead of investigating like a grown-up, the girl sat in her bed with the light on, clutching her phone and her Mace, until she was mostly convinced the...
As is my approximately yearly wont, I am re-reading the Harry Potter series. This tends to worry my husband, who doesn't quite understand why I might read a series (or any one book) over and over and over again, when there exist millions of other tomes worthy of my attention. However, the HP series is special. The books came out at such a time that book Harry and real-life Sam were within a couple of years of age, and they were exactly the genre that I simply adored (and still do) - fantasy, magic, hidden worlds, romance, all the good stuff. I remember praying for my letter to come via owl; I remember waiting in line Up North with Dad to get the 4th book at midnight, after which I read the entire 734 pages in about 24 hours; I remember reading either the 6th or 7th book with my best friend but about six hours behind, and wondering why she was crying. I still cry every time Harry goes into that forest at the end! I was originally going to write a post about the things that the ...
We all thought COVID would be over by 2022. We know masks reduce viral spread, the vaccines are incredibly effective...and yet here we are. So from my family to yours, mask up, get your vaccines and boosters, and stay smart, safe, and healthy. Maybe this will be our year. COVID finally hit me, and I feel like I lost a competition. But since I'm back to work in person, I suppose it was inevitable. I've been symptomatic for nearly two weeks but thankfully it hasn't been serious, and I'm on the mend now. In the meantime I've been bingeing Marvel movies, walking the dog in my new Carhartt overalls (best purchase of the annual Santeiu Cabela's trip, hands down), and knitting all the things. So have a couple more pictures of yarny things and stay safe out there. Progress on the eternal Star Wars scarf A finished object! Tank top with lace detail, cotton yarn. Various other works in progress
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